Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Alvar's Runaway Bride: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

RyleeThere's something strangely thrilling about being tied up with a belt. It's cold, tight, and a constant reminder that something could happen at any moment. I've been restrained before, but this feels different—a mix of fear and excitement, maybe even a bit of a turn-on.After trapping my hands in the leather strap, Alvar gets up and rummages through the closet. I try to sit up, to escape, but he's back before I can move an inch, carrying more belts.He easily pushes me down onto the bed again.He yanks my ankle, lifting my left leg.“What are you doing?” I shout, panic rising, but Alvar’s made up his mind to ignore me. He fastens a leash around my left calf, securing it to the bedpost. My leg is raised, bound, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. He repeats the process with my other leg.Now, with my legs wide open, I'm completely at Alvar’s mercy. He stands at the foot of the bed, towering over me as I struggle. He’s holding another belt in his hand, folded in half, poised like a

RyleeI passed out at the end of the lovemaking yesterday. I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure before—especially not with bondage. It’s all so new to me. What’s even stranger is that this morning, Alvar agreed to let Cecilia come see me. Now we’re in the parlor, picking out wedding dresses.The words "my wedding dress" make me pause. The idea of my “rival” picking out my dress feels almost surreal.Cecilia holds up one dress after another. When she gets to a black bustier wedding dress, she flashes a big smile and asks Ruth, who’s standing behind us, "This one’s nice, don’t you think?"Ruth nods silently. Ever since Alvar announced that I was the future Luna at the dinner party, she’s been unusually quiet, her face devoid of any extra expression.I glance at myself in the mirror. After these two weeks of recovery, I look like a different person. I’m still thin, but my cheeks are fuller, and my skin has a healthy glow. My eyes seem deeper than before, sparkling with a light th

RyleeAlvar ignores Syd's desperate shouts as he drags me up the stairs, his grip so tight it feels like my shoulders might snap. I struggle, trying to pull free, but it’s pointless. His hands are like iron cuffs, and I’m forced to stumble along behind him.“Alvar, please! You’re hurting me!” I hiss through clenched teeth.He doesn’t even flinch, like he can’t hear me at all. As we pass Cecilia, she flashes me a smug, triumphant smile. Behind her is the same guard who let us into the dungeon. I glare at her, seething. This bitch set me up again! I thought she was less dangerous than Joanne, but it turns out that they’re both equally vicious.We reach the bedroom, and Alvar shoves me onto the bed with a force that sends a jolt through my body. His eyes are cold, sharp as blades. “Why don’t you ever listen?” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “Of course, because you were so desperate to see him. You even lied to me.”Each word hits me like a lash, and I’m left speechless. There’s n

RyleeI ended up choosing another black wedding dress. Not the no I liked with the butterflies on it. But this one is good too. The fabric drapes off my shoulders like liquid silk, and the hem trails slightly along the floor, adorned with black sequins that glimmer like stars in the night sky. The slim waistband accentuates my curves, while the V-neckline is both seductive and solemn.Meg is rambling on about finding the perfect necklace. Her hand hovers between various pieces of jewelry in a big box before settling on a diamond-encrusted one. Strangely, it makes me think of the moon necklace Syd gave me. Among all this elaborate jewelry, it would look almost pitifully simple, but to me, it was more precious than anything else. Syd, I wonder how he is now. Hera said that Alvar had released him yesterday, and asked him to show up today. And Meg said she would take care of him.Today is my wedding day, but the weather seems to be mourning more than celebrating. The sky is a dull gray, e

CarlHoly shit! Is this pussy looking for death?I peek at Alvar’s face. His expression has turned completely dark, his breathing getting heavier by the second, but he doesn’t say a word. He ignores the idiot in the pink suit. Instead, he turns to me. “Show Alpha Craig and Mr. Smith Jr. to their seats in the front row.”Smith Jr. strolls over, rolling his eyes with a tone full of disdain. “Look at him, all lovey-dovey. I can’t believe anyone would actually love him. If that poor woman wasn’t his Mate, she’d probably run the hell away.”“Kevin, enough,” Craig glares at his son. “This is a big day for Alvar, so shut your mouth before I beat you.” Then he turns to Alvar, “Don’t mind him, Alvar. You know he’s an idiot. Don’t let him ruin your wedding.”Alvar says that it’s fine in a dark face, which surprises me a lot. It’s rare for him to hold back anger like that. Alvar used to deck Kevin for talking shit before. Maybe it’s because it’s his wedding day? He seems softer, more tolerant th